Our Story/TBS imagine

Epilogue

I watched our feet follow eachother in a beautiful pattern.

My feet were chasing his but never wanted to catch them. They wanted to just keep chasing. To keep making him laugh and chase him till they got to tired to move.

My fingers were locked around the back of his neck and his around my waist.
They were gentle but never moved.

Our heads balanced off each other.
I could feel his breath on my nose.

The room made nothing but a whisper as the watched the newly weds dance.

My father shed tears as he marched his youngest child down the isle for the first and the last time.

The beautiful, clumsy year old girl with long wavy brown her tumbled over her own feet to watch her proud parents finally make their love inseparable. The happiness of her father could bring tears to your eyes. I wish I filmed it.

He tried to refuse to go and film The Death Cure but he knew he would be back for the birth of the child. And though her name was Abby on her birth certificate they always called her cutie from their past memories.

I could slowly feel her sibling growing, and I was more than excited.

"It will never change me and you." He whispered into my ear, making me jump in my train of thought. He was singing to our first dance song which couldn't be anything but 'Night Changes' by One Direction.

I didn't get bored of re-living the year I spent with Thomas. In fact, I would do it all over again.

Thomas lips locked with mine and people cheered.

I couldn't of been more happy. I was smiling and laughing into his arms.

And god, I had never been this happy in my whole life.

I had fixed everything, and my life was perfect.

Couples and other guests surrounded us and started dancing to the new song.

I felt little hands pull on my dress and I picked up my beautiful daughter.

"What's up, cutie?" Thomas asked.

"I want to dance!" Abby said, childishly.

I placed her back on the floor.
I took one of her hand and Thomas took the other.

We danced in a circle laughing and singing.

I didn't sigh anymore. I didn't complain, much. I just smiled.

I am happy.

I am loved.

And most of all; I have Thomas.